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n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers - a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence - moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Song: John Lennon - Look At Me.
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John.
I hope you read the book I left on your bed.
Yoko.
Warm beer and cold women, I just don’t fit in. Every joint I stumbled into tonight, that’s just how it’s been. All these double knit strangers with gin and vermouth and recycled stories in the naugahyde booths.
With the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes - I’ll be drinkin’ to forget you. Light another cigarette and the band’s playin’ something by Tammy Wynette. And the drinks are on me tonight.
All my conversations… I’ll just be talkin’ about you, baby. Borin’ some sailor as I try to get through. I just want him to listen, that’s all you have to do. He said I’m better off without you till I showed him my tattoo.
Now the moon’s rising, ain’t got no time to lose. Time to get down to drinking, tell the band to play the blues. Drinks are on me, I’ll buy another round - at the last ditch attempt saloon.
Warm beer and cold women, I just don’t fit in. Every joint I stumbled into tonight, that’s just how it’s been. All these double knit strangers with gin and vermouth and recycled stories in the naugahyde booths.
With the platinum blondes and tobacco brunettes - I’ll be drinking to forget you. Light another cigarette and the band’s playing somethin’ by Johnnie Barnett. And the drinks are on me tonight.
‘This morning, with her, having coffee.’ -Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
Song: Yann Tiersen - Summer 78.
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‘Her eyes, it’s like they’re breathing when you look into them. But you can see shadows scurrying everywhere behind them. Figures I can’t make out but want to understand.
I love her voice, hard to describe. Has a brass sound to it.
Her not perfect teeth.
Her smell, which stays with me all day after one hug.
I don’t know, there’s a basic chemistry when we’re together. Two elements react when put together that changes the both and becomes one, something new.
Alchemy, genesis, whatever you wanna call it.
But there’s almost a forbidden, troubled air that can be so difficult to navigate.
And there’s a color palette, her skin, hair, eyes, lips. All theses subtle tones that compose a feeling.
Her aura has a glow that melts things into energy I can feel and see in an instant.
It’s not earthly.
Like a sense that doesnt exist to pick up and energy that exists but we can never see.
She’s still a person.
She can be a handful at times as well.’
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‘Those things are rare and unpredictable.’
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A friend describing a particular woman in his life. A late night conversation. I title it in my notes - ‘Gem’.
I’ve been out walking. I don’t do too much talking these days, these days. These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do. And all the times I had the chance to.
I’ve stopped my rambling. I don’t do too much gambling these days, these days. These days I seem to think about how all the changes came about my ways. And I wonder if I’ll see another highway.
I had a lover. I don’t think I’ll risk another these days, these days. And if I seem to be afraid to live the life that I have made in song - it’s just that I’ve been losing so long.
I’ve stopped my dreaming. I won’t do too much scheming these days, these days. These days I sit on corner stones and count the time in quarter tones to ten. Please don’t confront me with my failures, I had not forgotten them.
